[Comprehensive] Opposites

At the beginning, Silla didn't think that he would persuade this pampered young master, and his selfishness was just to hope that this little apprentice would work harder under the stimulation of his words--as for actually going to the battlefield, he had no idea at all. thought about it.

Silla began to ask Damon for the third time. He seemed hesitant now, which was a huge difference compared to the resolute Damon. "Are you really going to the battlefield? You will die."

"Sira, I'm seriously thinking about what you said last night." Damon's face was dim in the dark basement.

"I see." Silla wanted to say something, but suddenly swallowed the words of advice, "I will be by your side in the next year. And I will, prepare for you. The reason, tell Elena."

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Damon is no different from anyone, whether it is a civilian or a soldier, or a noble of the same status as him or a noble of a higher rank, all of them are walking on this wide road without knowing where the target is. Dirty muddy road.The nobles have begun to frown, their expensive boots have been stained with mud, and sweat has begun to remain on their temples.Damon took a few breaths, and seeing the other nobles panting and almost falling to the ground in a state of embarrassment, Damon had no choice but to pull himself together.

He didn't want to lose to other nobles, and he didn't want to lose to commoners who were not in the slightest of spirits.

What is rare to see is that the illusionist Silla, who should be weaker than the nobles, is now walking forward with no abnormality. Silla seemed to feel his gaze, touched Damon's hair and said, "You should Work hard, the road is still far away, if you look like this even when you go to the car, why not let me take you back. I would rather you die quietly in the castle built by Elena than go to the battlefield in embarrassment It's too embarrassing to die on the way, don't admit that you are my apprentice."

Damon patted Sira's hand away, "It's just a trivial matter... If I can't even catch up with you old guy, then my life is really useless."

Sira shrugged.

The journey was very long, and after a week, the army of more than 1000 soldiers finally arrived at the town where they were hitchhiking.

And at this time, Dimon's body has reached the level of dirt that he has rarely seen in his entire life. He has no time to care about cleanliness and filth after traveling long distances and sleeping in the open every day and night. At first, Dimon was completely unable to I endured it, and later, I almost got used to the peculiar smell on my body.

Dimon understands that this is just the beginning, and there is no real battle.

Just arrived at the town, the team let out a burst of cheers, and the team leader also expressed empathy that they were free to disband.

Silla glanced at the crumbling Damon, sighed, ignored Damon's struggle, and hugged Damon tightly in the bathroom of the hotel to let him handle it by himself.Damon was the youngest in this team. As a teacher, he really couldn't bear to ignore his apprentice.

"I'm starting to regret it." Sira whispered against the bathroom door.

Sira did not hide his voice, and Damon could naturally hear Sira's voice. He said after a moment of silence, "What do you regret? The path I chose."

Sila felt that he was the coward at the moment.

He can't even compare to Dimon.

Three days later, the week-long journey finally came to an end, and the more cruel scene was revealed in front of the more than 1000 people. They could not retreat, they could only choose to move forward...forward, even if what awaited them was death , they also want to continue... moving forward.Retreat is death, advance may be victory, this is a battlefield that can only wait for a miracle to appear.

The young man in the army green uniform had a grim face, and roared angrily: "Among you guys, there are ordinary people, soldiers, and nobles, no matter how humble or noble your background is, you are just the gods of the battlefield here. The dust in your eyes is all equal! If you want to live, you scum, pick up your saber! Use your heads! Put all your energy into your life! —Live! Win! Believe that the goddess of victory only exists for the strong next to it!"

The roar of the young man, his majestic declaration hit everyone's heart heavily, and he was swearing to everyone here, including himself!

Damon only felt that the gunpowder in his heart seemed to be ignited by the young man's declaration, as if he could... win if he just picked up the saber.

Sila patted Damon's head and said, "You'd better not listen to what that guy said. Your body is very weak. If you want to live, you have to keep calm, not the flames in your chest. You and everyone present People are different, your ability is not force, but the illusion given to us by God, and we illusionists rely on our calm thinking and illusion to survive."

"...Ah." Damon responded, his dark blue eyes blinked, wondering if he was confused about his future.

The young man inspired the enthusiasm of more than a thousand people, and he continued, "My name is Anthony! As for the last name, it has no effect on the battlefield. The first name is our code name, and the last name is the honor of other local families! Remember! There is no surname exposed on the battlefield to scare the enemy away! Also! I am the highest commander here, please remember what I said!"

Anthony looked around at more than a thousand people, and continued, "Next, I will lead you to your camp." Anthony suddenly gritted his teeth and showed a sinister smile, "But please be careful that you will carry the big night. Prepare the matchlock gun and saber, the battle has already begun! If you don’t have any preparations and the enemy bombs the camp, you don’t know how you died, you scum!”

Anthony's vulgar words did not bring Dimon a feeling of disgust. On the contrary, he liked this straight-spoken Anthony who was full of strong aura.

Because of the long journey, Damon suffered a lot, and then, when he saw his so-called residence, he didn't feel disgusted, or prepared to lose his temper.

As a matter of course, Anthony did not prepare tents for them, but a big tent for ten people, and set it up by himself. If he didn't want to, he would roll aside and sleep in the open.

Dimon and Silla walked together first, and then eight other people formed teams with Dimon and the others.It was not practical to ask Silas and Damon to set up a tent. One didn't want to do it, while the other didn't help. The eight people had to do it themselves.

During this period, Dimon was embarrassed to watch others go to set up tents, and ran to one of them, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The man really saw that Damon was too helpful, so he waved Damon away.

Damon ran aside embarrassingly.

In the middle of the night, Damon didn't fall asleep. Even though his back was aching, he still felt that something would happen tonight, and Silla's intuition was much sharper than his, and he opened his eyes brightly. .

"What will happen? Silla." Damon believed in Sira's intuition. A person who has worked hard on the battlefield has a much stronger intuition to predict danger.

Silla embraced Damon, shook his head and said, "It should be impossible to disturb us. Newcomers always have a protection period for newcomers. Anthony will not let a group of people who have not been involved in the battlefield go to the battlefield to die. There will be a period of time for them to We get used to it. If you've been in the army...then you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Sleep peacefully, Damon."

After saying this, Sila fell into a deep sleep.

Damon stared blankly. The exhaustion accumulated during this period did not allow him to sleep comfortably. Instead, because he suddenly settled down now, he had so much energy that he couldn't vent his energy.

Silas was already in a deep sleep. Damon blinked, and he could still hear the sound of rumbling shells in his ears, as if the guns were about to pierce people's ears.

Dimon felt very strange, yes, strange.

He didn't feel the fear in his imagination, but instead had an urge to try and go to the battlefield.

He broke free from Silla's confinement, put on his coat, rushed out of the tent, and rushed to the noisy place. At that moment, the shackles on him seemed to be completely shattered by something, and an unprecedented excitement appeared. In his heart, he even wanted to run to the other side of the arsenal and take out the matchlock gun, wanting to try the feel of a cold gun.Even though it was a pity that he was only carrying a simple saber, the cold air emanating from the saber still made Damon feel so... wanting to see blood for this saber.

Damon's footsteps stopped, and he saw the most tragic scenery in the world.

The bombardment blasted a place out of a mushroom cloud, turning over the ground, and those who were unfortunate enough to be bombarded splashed out like shards of glass, and finally made a heavy falling sound.Every bombardment is the symphony of this battle, and every gunshot is the most perfect horn sound of this battle.

The black crow hovered in the air, making a rattling sound, and finally stayed on the ground to peck at the body of the dead. The dark sky carried a bright moon, and at this moment, the moon was like a blood-stained moon, exuding blood. With ominous air.

Damon couldn't tell what the expression on the human face was, was it ferocious, red-eyed, or righteous in defending the country's territory?

Ah... is this the battlefield?